down.”
“Nah, I’ll grab everything tomorrow mornin’. Speaking of that, though. I’m rooming with Brady in Anaheim. I told him not to expect me home too much, though.”
“Pretty confident, aren’t you?”
“Damn right.” He sat and began to tug his boots off. She noticed how he scowled when he had trouble and she bent down to help him. “I could get used to this kinda treatment,” he teased her.
After pulling his boots off, she stripped off his jeans and Western shirt, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. Leaning down, she ran her fingertips over the bruise on his thigh. While he was technically right it was a bruise, it was about the size of a grapefruit and she knew it would be painful for a week or two. She kissed it gently. “Up a little, sweetheart, you’re missin’ it.”
She raised her head and glared at him. “Hush.” Moving on to his shoulder, she didn’t see any discernable bruises. “Does it hurt?”
He shrugged with his good shoulder. “It got wrenched. It’ll be sore for a while. It happens. Could’ve been a lot worse.”
Pressing her lips with the gentlest of pressure, she rained kisses all over his shoulder. He let her, lying back with his other arm behind his head as he watched her. “Does anything else hurt?”
“Honey, my whole body aches, but the bull’s only one reason.” He winked at her and she rolled her eyes.
“Is sex all you think about?”
“It is when you’re straddlin’ my dick. Take off your shirt.”
“I said no sex.”
“Who said anything about sex? I wanna have a look at your pretty tits. You wouldn’t deny an injured man, would you?”
“You are so full of shit,” she groused, but pulled her shirt off.
“Now the bra.” She released her breasts from their confines and he moaned. “So pretty. Bring one of them down here to me.”
Leaning forward, she placed a needy breast in his mouth. He sucked hard, laving his tongue over the nipple repeatedly. Turning his head, he pulled the other breast into his warm, wet mouth and nipped and sucked it until the nipple stood at a sharp contrast.
“Lie back and let me massage those muscles, Conner.”
He finally acquiesced and she ran her hands down the center of his chest. When she got to the waistband of his underwear she pulled down and he lifted to help her get them off. Then she began at his feet, slowly working out the knots and tension in his muscles. He moaned and gave encouragement as she moved up his legs. When she reached the juncture of his thighs, being careful around the bruise on the way up, she completely bypassed his cock and moved to his abs.
“No fair!”
She chuckled. “You sound like a five-year-old who got his favorite toy taken away.”
“If you ignore my dick my favorite toy has been taken away.”
“Relax, Conner, and enjoy it.”
“Vixen.”
She laughed as she moved up to his pecs. Knowing he might be sore, she massaged very gently and he purred like a kitten. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched her ply his muscles and sinew. She rubbed each arm, moving gingerly near his injured shoulder, then moved on to his head and rubbed it while he sucked on her nipples.
“How’s that?”
“Feels awesome, sugar. I just need one more spot covered.” She looked at him in confusion. Had she missed something? “My cock.” He reached down and took it in hand, stroking it from root to tip in long, slow tugs. “I want my cock massaged inside your mouth. Now, darlin’. Suck it.”
She scooted down on the bed in between his spread legs and took him into her mouth, running her tongue around the fat, purplish head. He fell back against the pillows with a harsh groan. “Aw yeah, baby, just like that.” Bobbing her head up and down on his length, she took him a little deeper with each pass. She hadn’t taken all of him yet, though, and he reached down, grabbing her head and pushing her down as he thrust up. Concentrating on not gagging, she opened her throat to him and
“Nah, I’ll grab everything tomorrow mornin’. Speaking of that, though. I’m rooming with Brady in Anaheim. I told him not to expect me home too much, though.”
“Pretty confident, aren’t you?”
“Damn right.” He sat and began to tug his boots off. She noticed how he scowled when he had trouble and she bent down to help him. “I could get used to this kinda treatment,” he teased her.
After pulling his boots off, she stripped off his jeans and Western shirt, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. Leaning down, she ran her fingertips over the bruise on his thigh. While he was technically right it was a bruise, it was about the size of a grapefruit and she knew it would be painful for a week or two. She kissed it gently. “Up a little, sweetheart, you’re missin’ it.”
She raised her head and glared at him. “Hush.” Moving on to his shoulder, she didn’t see any discernable bruises. “Does it hurt?”
He shrugged with his good shoulder. “It got wrenched. It’ll be sore for a while. It happens. Could’ve been a lot worse.”
Pressing her lips with the gentlest of pressure, she rained kisses all over his shoulder. He let her, lying back with his other arm behind his head as he watched her. “Does anything else hurt?”
“Honey, my whole body aches, but the bull’s only one reason.” He winked at her and she rolled her eyes.
“Is sex all you think about?”
“It is when you’re straddlin’ my dick. Take off your shirt.”
“I said no sex.”
“Who said anything about sex? I wanna have a look at your pretty tits. You wouldn’t deny an injured man, would you?”
“You are so full of shit,” she groused, but pulled her shirt off.
“Now the bra.” She released her breasts from their confines and he moaned. “So pretty. Bring one of them down here to me.”
Leaning forward, she placed a needy breast in his mouth. He sucked hard, laving his tongue over the nipple repeatedly. Turning his head, he pulled the other breast into his warm, wet mouth and nipped and sucked it until the nipple stood at a sharp contrast.
“Lie back and let me massage those muscles, Conner.”
He finally acquiesced and she ran her hands down the center of his chest. When she got to the waistband of his underwear she pulled down and he lifted to help her get them off. Then she began at his feet, slowly working out the knots and tension in his muscles. He moaned and gave encouragement as she moved up his legs. When she reached the juncture of his thighs, being careful around the bruise on the way up, she completely bypassed his cock and moved to his abs.
“No fair!”
She chuckled. “You sound like a five-year-old who got his favorite toy taken away.”
“If you ignore my dick my favorite toy has been taken away.”
“Relax, Conner, and enjoy it.”
“Vixen.”
She laughed as she moved up to his pecs. Knowing he might be sore, she massaged very gently and he purred like a kitten. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched her ply his muscles and sinew. She rubbed each arm, moving gingerly near his injured shoulder, then moved on to his head and rubbed it while he sucked on her nipples.
“How’s that?”
“Feels awesome, sugar. I just need one more spot covered.” She looked at him in confusion. Had she missed something? “My cock.” He reached down and took it in hand, stroking it from root to tip in long, slow tugs. “I want my cock massaged inside your mouth. Now, darlin’. Suck it.”
She scooted down on the bed in between his spread legs and took him into her mouth, running her tongue around the fat, purplish head. He fell back against the pillows with a harsh groan. “Aw yeah, baby, just like that.” Bobbing her head up and down on his length, she took him a little deeper with each pass. She hadn’t taken all of him yet, though, and he reached down, grabbing her head and pushing her down as he thrust up. Concentrating on not gagging, she opened her throat to him and
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